Dear Future Husband

        Hey there! Did you know that I am struggling now for having a dark life? I'm drowning in love with the wrong person.

I gave him the love that I know no one can do to him. But he still hurting me unintentionally. But it's okay, it is my preparation so that if we meet sooner or later I will be well prepared to be hurt. 


You will be my favorite place when my mind is searching for peace. You will be my sanctuary, my home. You will be my journal for this wonderful journey of ours. You will be my anchor when my ship began to sink, you will be my north star when I am missing. 

When will you meet me, when will I see you?  You're going to be the person who'll be adding colors to my dark life

You will be the person that one smile will definitely away. I want to lose myself with you and I want to find myself wanting to be lost without you. You will be the sun and I am the moon, we will never collide but there are moments called Twilight and at that moment we will meet.

We will embrace our lives and will create our own. I am preparing myself to be a lawfully wedded wife to you. I will cook and prepare you coffee every day. We will talk about our one day not just our future. 

We will send our children to school, we will do family outings, we will never let them feel alone. And I will never make you feel unimportant. As I marry you, my future husband, it is not me that you marry. 

But as you married my soul, the promise of fidelity and proper communication will remain. I can't wait to experience life with you.


                                                                                                                        Yours Truly, 



                                                    

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